C160 He Smiled and Let Go of the Grudge

After sending Li Fan away, for a few days straight, Fan Wenbin felt a little restless, but he was unable to find the real reason why he was restless, and he felt a surge of anger in his heart, and he was very depressed and irritated.

That afternoon, after settling a few matters, he took the opportunity to drive alone to the outskirts of the city when it was sunny after the snow. He wanted to let out the wind, let out the air, and free himself from this depressing and irritated feeling.

He followed the worn-out road under Mount Wulan until he arrived at a desolate beach that was filled with all kinds of weeds and trees. Only then did he stop the speeding Land Rover. Facing the bitingly cold wind, he walked aimlessly forward.

This desolate beach was at the end of the 1980s. In order to settle some of the unemployed youths in town, the county government was prepared to invest in the old site of a small food and beverage factory to produce food and beverages. Later on, for some unknown reason, before the factory was even halfway built, it stopped working and was abandoned.

Now, those abandoned old bricks and tiles, as well as the broken walls and broken doors, accompanied by weeds and sand all day long, silently standing in the cold snow for more than thirty years, all of them revealing a wave of vicissitudes, heaviness, helplessness, and even a bit of sadness.

Fan Wenbin stood in front of the two brick pillars that were only half the height of a person. Looking out, he was devastated, and a trace of melancholy couldn't help but arise in his heart. He thought to himself that time was truly a merciless pig slaughtering knife, and it had destroyed all of the glory and glory of the past, causing him to be covered in wounds and bruises.

Now, he was the boss of the only listed company in Daan County. In many people's eyes, he should be very handsome and unrestrained. However, the true feeling in his heart was sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy. Only he knew that even his wife Duan Xiangmei, who lived with him every day, knew one thing but did not know the other.

Perhaps, after a few years, his descendants would completely forget about him and Hua Cheng Corporation. Even if some people occasionally thought of it, when they showed a disdainful smile, they would still say such words.

"Fan Wenbin, I've heard of him. Isn't he that silly kid from the Fan family? When he was alive, he built a few buildings. Now, he's long dead, and his bones have turned into a pile of mud and mud. "

Of course, this was still a relatively good ending. At least there were some people who remembered it, and there were some people who later on had long forgotten about it. Once his name was mentioned, he would even say these words with a confused expression, "Who is he? I've never heard of such a person. "

This was reality, as well as the history of the future. Reality is a point, and history is a line formed by countless points. Reality was cruel, and history was also very funny. Everything that was done now would eventually become history, the laughingstock of later generations.

Following a desolate path filled with weeds, after walking for a while, he saw a very familiar figure in the distance, busy under a large pine tree. Fan Wenbin immediately stood still and took a closer look. Only then did he realize that it was Daoist Priest Zhen Yangzi.

Immediately, a trace of strong doubt arose in his heart. He had personally gone to White Cloud Temple to pay a visit to Huang Weidong, the former vice president of the Chamber of Commerce, who had risked his life to run for the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce and had unexpectedly failed to be elected. He had been blocked outside the mountain gate by Zhen Yangzi coldly for a period of time, and he had never seen these two people again.

Unexpectedly, he had come out alone today to relieve his boredom. However, in this desolate wilderness after the snowy weather, he had unexpectedly met ZhenYangzi Zi. See or not? Fan Wenbin thought nervously, and for a moment, he was actually unable to make up his mind.

Looking from afar, Under that tall pine tree, it was as if ZhenYangzi Zi was fully concentrated on bending down to dig something, and he was very seriously engrossed in digging. He definitely did not notice that Fan Wenbin would appear in this desolate desert at this time.

After a moment, Fan Wenbin made up his mind and thought that this was a great opportunity bestowed by the heavens to him. If he took advantage of this unexpected encounter and greeted the sick Huang Weidong, then he could explain the truth of the Chamber of Commerce's election. If they gave up on their past grudges and made up with each other, then it would not be a waste for them to come out.

Therefore, facing the cold wind, he took a few steps forward. From far away, he let go of his throat and shouted, "Elder Taoist, what are you doing?" He waved his hand again, indicating that he had already seen ZhenYangzi Zi.

Maybe the wind was strong but he did not hear it, or maybe Zhenyang Zi heard Fan Wenbin's voice and deliberately pretended to be indifferent, as if he did not hear or see it. Anyway, he only bent his waist and used a shovel to dig the ground. He did not have any reaction to Fan Wenbin's shouts and gestures.

It seemed that this misunderstanding was too deep, and it was impossible to resolve it in a short period of time. Seeing this scene, Fan Wenbin's heart suddenly turned cold. He thought that it was Zhenyang Zi who deliberately ignored him, so he could not help but stop his footsteps. He stared at Zhenyang Zi, who was working not far away, and started to think deeply.

Although this Yangzi Zhenzi wore a black Daoist robe all year round, and he looked like a Daoist who had been a monk for decades, he still could not let go of the chaotic world in his heart, and he had a heavy heart for fame. This point, Fan Wenbin had seen it from the very first day that the two of them had known each other.

It was a winter several years ago, and the weather was also very cold, almost as cold as it was today. Although the sun was very bright, the cold wind whistled, and it was very hard and bone-piercing. It seemed to be much colder than the cloudy sky, and it was so cold that people could not bear it.

Huang Weidong called and asked Fan Wenbin to make a trip to the Yellow River Pearl Club. He said that there was something that the two of them wanted to discuss. At that time, Huang Weidong was still the first vice president of the Daan Chamber of Commerce. He was the one who kept his word and controlled the Chamber of Commerce for decades. Fan Wenbin was just the newly elected vice president, and he had an undeserved reputation.

After putting down the phone, Fan Wenbin could not help but reveal a bitter smile. He thought to himself, 'As the vice president with an undeserved reputation, what's the point of going or not?' The matter of the Chamber of Commerce. . . Regardless of whether it was big or small, it was up to you, Huang Shiren, to decide.

Then, after careful consideration, since Huang Weidong had personally called, it meant that he still had me, Fan Wenbin, in his eyes. Going there was both reasonable and reasonable, so as to avoid giving others a bad impression that they were narrow-minded and could not tolerate others.

Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, Fan Wenbin finally walked into the grand living room of the Yellow River Pearl Club with a belly full of dissatisfaction. For the first time, he saw the famous White Cloud Temple's newly appointed Sect Master, Daoist Priest Zhen Yangzi.

On that day, Zhen Yangzi wore a very clean black cotton robe and a black round cap. There was a smile on his fair and clean face, and he humbly held Fan Wenbin's hand tightly. He said a few words of "I've been looking forward to meeting you for a long time," and he seemed to be very polite and enthusiastic.

From the moment he shook hands, Fan Wenbin knew that this Taoist in neat clothes and hats was the new head of White Cloud Temple, and he was also the Gao Shen, Zhenyang Zi, whom Huang Weidong had just met. A trace of respect was naturally born in his heart.

The name of Zhenzi Yangzi. . . In the past few years, it had been very loud and clear on both sides of the Yellow River, and it had almost reached a stage where everyone knew about it. There were a few times when Fan Wenbin even had some anticipation and thought that it would be a very good thing if he could get to know this Taoist priest whom everyone said to be very respectful of one day.

Just like that, it was very unexpected. In the Yellow River Pearl Club, when he was invited by Huang Weidong to discuss something, he got to know the new head of the famous White Cloud Temple.

After the incident, Fan Wenbin carefully recalled the entire process of seeing Zhenyang Zi. In the end, he determined that although Zhenyang Zi was a Taoist who had been a monk for many years, However, in the depths of his heart, there was a burning desire for fame and fortune hidden.

However, Zhenzi Yangzi had made his way into the world. He had rich experience in the world of martial arts and had cleverly used his identity as a daoist to hide this point very deeply, leaving everyone with the impression that he was just a monk with profound cultivation.

After recognizing the real face of Zhenyang Zi, Fan Wenbin consciously tried to minimize the opportunity to interact with him. At the same time, he also maintained a perfect distance from him. Only when it was absolutely necessary, did he ask for guidance.

A few months ago, after his grandfather, Fan Zhengkun, passed away, under the great recommendation of Huang Weidong, he invited Zhenyang Zi to do a legal thing. Later on, when his career was in an extremely bad state, he had no choice but to ask him to go to the old camp of the Fan Family in the Red Groove and investigate the grave of the ancestors of the Fan Family. He had asked him to give him some pointers to fulfill his wish.

However, today was also very unexpected. In this desolate wilderness, he had actually met Zhenzi Yangzi, who had taken the initiative to call him and ignored him. Could it be that he really did not hear such a loud shout of his because the wind was strong? Fan Wenbin did not believe this point very much.

Just as he stood in the desolate beach, facing the bitingly cold wind, and thinking deeply about whether he should turn around and leave or continue walking forward, ZhenYangzi Zi finally straightened his waist and discovered Fan Wenbin. After being shocked, he actually stood in a daze on the spot and stared at the other party. For a moment, he did not say a word.

Seeing this, Fan Wenbin laughed bitterly, and had no choice but to continue walking forward. After a distance of more than ten meters, he laughed loudly and said, "Elder Taoist, it's fate for us to meet today, and we don't want to meet here anymore. "

Seeing Fan Wenbin walk towards him as he spoke, Zhenyang Zi also threw away the iron shovel in his hand, and strode forward. Just like when the two of them first met, he tightly held each other's hands, and also said with a big smile, "What Elder Fan said is very right. You and I are fated people. "

As he laughed, he said with a loud voice. As he laughed loudly, the misunderstanding in the past turned into a gust of cold wind and disappeared without a trace. It was as if there were no misunderstandings between the two of them at all.

Actually, to be honest, there had never been any misunderstanding between Fan Wenbin and Zhen Yangzi. And what truly caused a deep misunderstanding between the two of them was the matter between Fan Wenbin and Huang Weidong, and it had nothing to do with Zhen Yangzi.

However, Zhenyang Zi was the number one ginseng of Han Hongqi, and also the number one Think Tank for Huang Weidong to run for the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce at all costs this time. Before this, he had even confidently said something big to Huang Weidong. In this election, whether it was the weather or the people, it was very beneficial to Director Huang.

Unexpectedly, when Deputy County Head Chen Yan Qing announced the winner's name loudly, ZhenYangzi Zi felt his head buzz and explode. Then, he saw Huang Weidong's face turn purple in an instant. He appeared to be extremely furious and frustrated.

It did not take long for him to wait. After everyone left, when there were only two people left in the spacious and empty lobby of the Yellow River Pearl Club, ZhenYangzi Zi walked in front of Huang Weidong with a restless heart. He looked at the dejected Huang Weidong with an extremely sympathetic gaze.

After a moment, he said softly in a tone that was filled with regret and a hint of annoyance, "Director Huang, we have been fooled. Fan Wenbin, this dog, sold you and I out like idiots.

This sentence was very subtle and profound. Not only did he wash away the blame of his incompetence, but he also pushed all the reasons for his failure in the election to Fan Wenbin. From there, he freed himself from the whirlpool of failure.

As expected, after hearing what Zhenyang Yangzi said, Huang Weidong could not help but be furious, and he cursed fiercely, "Fan Wenbin, that son of a b * tch, actually ungrateful, double-crossing, and playing me like a monkey. "

Seeing that Huang Weidong had blamed Fan Wenbin for all his failures, Zhen Yangzi immediately felt much more relaxed in his heart, and he could not help but secretly call out, "That was close. "

After that, under his repeated persuasion, Huang Weidong temporarily handed over all the matters of the Hanhong Appliances Company to his son, Huang Chengzong, to handle. He followed ZhenYangzi Yang to the White Cloud Temple, which was in a very quiet environment, to recuperate his body and mind, so that he could start fighting again in the Pugilistic World.

Not long after that, Fan Wenbin did not hesitate to lower his status and personally pay a visit to the White Cloud Temple. Then, according to Huang Weidong's instructions, Zhen Yangzi blocked him outside the mountain gate, and firmly refused to let him go.

After Fan Wenbin left with a very embarrassed and helpless expression, Zhenyang Zi told Huang Weidong the reason he came. In the end, he sighed heavily and added a very philosophical sentence. A weasel paying respects to a chicken, and he did not have good intentions.

When he spoke like this, he was very clear that at present, only Huang Weidong, who had angered Yu Hen that had yet to disappear, made him hate him even more. It was best to hate Fan Wenbin for the rest of his life. Only in this way would he be safer, and he would also be appreciated and appreciated by the head of the Hanhong Appliances.

At this moment, after the snow, Chu Qing, in this desolate and desolate wilderness, actually met Fan Wenbin. It was something that Zhen Yangzi had never thought of. Otherwise, he would definitely not choose today's very unlucky day to come here.

After the matter, he thought very regretfully. At that time, he was focused on the matters at hand, and he did not notice that someone had walked over. Furthermore, this person was Fan Wenbin. Hopefully, he did not discover any clues or raise any suspicions.

In order to conceal himself, when ZhenYangzi Zi saw Fan Wenbin walk over, he also took large strides forward to welcome him. When he saw the other party laughing loudly, he could not help but clench the other party's hand and laugh loudly.

"Daoist Priest, in such a cold weather, what are you digging for here?" After laughing loudly, Fan Wenbin glanced at the tall pine tree that stood against the wind. With a joking tone, he asked very casually, "Is there some valuable treasure hidden here?"

"No, no, I'm just a monk, what treasure can I have?" Zheng Yangzi smiled very calmly. As he spoke, he walked towards the big pine tree. "Director Huang's body has yet to fully recover. He's very weak. I'm here to dig out some pine roots and give him some nourishment.

Arriving under the pine tree, Zhen Yangzi shot a glance at Fan Wenbin who was following closely behind. He then picked up a shovel and dug a few times with all his might. He dug out a yellow pine root and handed it to the other party. Then, he explained, "Boil the pine roots into soup and drink it. It can be used to treat bruises and injuries, and it can also be used to replenish blood and qi. It's very suitable for Director Huang's condition. "

Fan Wenbin held the pine root that was covered in dirt. Facing the sunlight, he narrowed his eyes and looked at it carefully for a while. He thought to himself, 'This pine root can also be used to treat illnesses. This is the first time I've heard of it. '